Burning Bridges
by PassionFish
Sequel to Building Bridges
A/N: Thanks, as always, to Lady Brandywyne for beta-ing this fiction!
A/N2: This fiction is the sequel to Building Bridges. I do believe you will be able to read this fiction without reading Building Bridges, but it seems kinda silly not to! The fic is set in the BB-verse...therefore assume nothing except for that which you were told to assume for BB. The only knowledge you have of this Buffy-verse is what was written in Building Bridges! Nothing is canon, as it's all mine!
A child bor
n of a lovePure but forbidden...
A child sent
To seal other's fate
A child born
Of the devil and the light
A child sent
To erupt the world
A child created
To heal hurts
Long since forgotten
Finally balancing the scale
By removing the soul
A child formed
To bond the light and the dark
Forever.
The man sighed in despair as he read and re-read the ancient words translated in front of him in plain English for all to see.
It could be good.
It could be bad.
And knowing what he knew, it would undoubtedly not be the former of the two possibilities.
His hands shook as he rose from the worn leather seat, his eyes darting blindly around the musty, paper-filled office. Still trembling he lifted the translation and placed it softly in his briefcase.
He paused for several intense seconds as he studied the original.
He knew the boss would be thrilled with the news…after all it involved her favourite demon, and anything that involved him was always treated with the up most seriousness.
And security.
Surely, he would die for what he was about to do.
But it had to be done.
Ripper needed to know.
The world needed to be warned.
Carefully, he rolled the manuscript and slid it into a cardboard tube. In clear and precise handwriting, he wrote down his former friend’s address on the label, before sealing the tube firmly.
It was a long shot that the address was still in use; it had been a long time since they had been in contact, but since he still kept his ‘safe’ PO box in use, and he assumed Ripper would have done the same. Out of habit, if for no other sentimental reasons.
He opened another drawer, withdrawing a small vile of powder from with in it. Sprinkling the dust over the package he uttered some carefully chose words under his breath.
The package glowed blue on the table, then returned to its normal brownish tinge.
With a weary heart, he slid it down the secure postage
shute that he knew the warden of which was away sick. He listened as the tube slid down the hole and prayed to God for the first time in ten years.His gaze slid back to his cluttered desk and the case that sat upon it all. Another sigh escaped him before he hardened his features and his heart to his upcoming task.
His hands didn’t shake when he picked up the case and walked from the room.
They didn’t quiver when he brought the translation of the prophecy to Leila’s office and place it carefully on her desk.
And they didn’t move a week later when the Karak’naugh Demon tore out his heart for his treachery.
To Be Continued....in Part One: Life
A/N: Just a little start, I know...hopefully they'll be more soon. Want more? You know what to do... Review!
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